The Toothpick

Monochrome Madness: Week 42


Me and my shadow


Well, the snow fell hard and fast late last week, and since then we’ve had just one day of sunshine.

Fortunately I had my camera with me that day and took advantage of the pleasant (but cold) conditions to capture a few moments.

Much to the barn manager’s chagrin some of the horses are nibbling the apparently tasty cedar rail fences that surround the paddocks.

Much to my chagrin, Bear numbers among them.

Goodness knows between three generous daily feeds, a bounteous supply of hay and an ample helping of carrots he’s fed well enough.

Perhaps this is his answer to the toothpick?

Thanks for visiting …



©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014

Confusion Reigns. Well, not completely …

Daily Prompt: Confusion

As I write this my eyes drift to the right of the computer screen occasionally. I’m wondering when the heck the last 20 per cent or so of my wedding photo book, which I’m uploading (downloading?) to Apple, is finally going to transfer its cyber-butt into the ether.

I’ve been sitting here for more than 90 minutes already, waiting for the royal blue measuring stick to reach the end. Chained to my computer, am I, because to leave would render it to “sleep.” The upload would cancel and I’d have to start the process all … over … again.

I’d prefer not to do that.

It’s not that my computer is old, or slow. We purchased this lovely spanking new Apple desktop with all its bells and whistles this past the summer. It’s in perfectly good order.

No, it’s not the computer. It can’t be. Surely. It’s probably … Oh, I don’t know …

I’m a writer. I spend a lot of time in front the computer flexing my creative muscle. I’m no techno-genius. I just want my techno-partner to do what it’s designed to do while I do what I’m designed to do. Write. And edit my photographs. And create pretty photo books.

But right now, I am confused. Confused as to why  a simple upload is taking so (insert expletive here) long to complete.

Should I abandon it and start again? Or give up entirely and gaze wistfully at wedding memories stored online and wonder “what if that silly book had uploaded?”

Perhaps I ought to disable the “sleep” timer on the computer for now. Will that help?

My eyes drift to the right of the screen and … [sigh] … the blue measuring stick has not moved even a tiny bit. It must be hung up.

I’m confused.



I’ll try again tomorrow morning. Any suggestions?


I may be confused about technology, but there’s no confusion when it comes to how I feel about my darling Abbey …

Portrait of Abbey


Thanks for visiting  …

Dorothy 🙂

©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2013


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Here’s a Character … The Comic Shakespeare

Daily Prompt: It Builds Character

Day four of NaBloPoMo


Here’s a character.

My fun and loveable equine companion, Shakespeare, aka Bear.


I’m so glad he’s the comic Shakespeare.

Nothing like having a character in your life that makes you smile. 🙂


Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


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Weekly Photo Challenge: Happy … A Winning Smile

Some people say you can’t know when a horse is happy.

I beg to differ.

Like unhappy people, unhappy horses prefer not to be the centre of attention.

I wouldn’t say my horse, Shakespeare, has that problem, would you?  Not with that winning smile …

Me thinks he hath a comic wit … 😉

This makes me happy …


Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂


Copyright Aimwell CreativeWorks 2012

Moxie’s Excellent Swimming Adventure … Georgian Bay, Ontario


My name is Moxie. I’m a Labradoodle and would like to share my excellent swimming adventure with you.

It was a hot and humid afternoon in August when daddy decided he wanted to teach me how to swim.

I played hard to get. First of all, I won’t follow a man, even one I trust, just anywhere. And secondly, I don’t like getting wet. Hasn’t he learned anything from my visits to the groomer?

But daddy insisted and I watched anxiously as he waded into the rolling, tepid waters of Georgian Bay …

“C’mon, Moxie!” he called to me encouragingly. “The water’s nice and warm! You’ll love it!”

As if!

But I wanted to be with daddy, and soon realized it wasn’t a matter of trust at all, it was more about not wanting to get wet. I’m cranky on bad hair days at the best of times.

Still, I took a closer look at the water. It was wet, alright. And meanwhile, daddy’s Scottish brogue wafted from the lake like a siren calling to me.

I was unsure.

“Go on, Moxie, you can do it!” Encouraged mommy, Uncle Lloyd and Auntie Dot.

“Could I?” I wondered. I stepped gingerly into the tepid pool at my feet …

… and gazed longingly out to the body of the lake before me. Daddy was standing in it up to his knees, flipping the water with his hands as if to show me how playful it was. But the waves were rolling and still I wasn’t sure. So I ducked out.

“Oh, Moxie …” he moaned. “We can’t quit that easily.”

And then I couldn’t believe what happened next.

Daddy waded back to shore, picked me up and carried me into the lake. I was too stunned to struggle. This was really happening!

“You know, Moxie,” Daddy admonished lovingly, “if you just try it I know you’ll like it.”

He placed me gently into the rippling water and held me until I found my sea legs.

“See, Moxie! It’s not so bad.”

My eyes glazed over as I wondered if this was all a bad dream.

“Now, Moxie …” daddy reassured, “you stand right here for a moment, and see how you like it.”


I planted my feet on the shiny round stones under the water and braced for each wave that washed up against my bottom. Sure, I was safely tethered to daddy. He hadn’t gone too far away. But I was not amused. I just wanted to go home.

“Good girl!” A chorus of celebration erupted from the shore.

“Good girl, Moxie!” came the brogue. “I’m proud of you, my lass.”

With that daddy gently led me back to the others and a shower of pats and kisses. I was relieved. At last we were done.

But then …

“Tomorrow we’ll try again, Moxie.”

Oh, pooh …!


I slept like a dog that night .

The next morning we headed north of Honey Harbour for a motor boat ride … daddy trying one out for fun. Held in mommy’s arms, all I could think of was daddy’s jolly pronouncement “Tomorrow we’ll try again!”

But, it was tomorrow, and we were on a boat. Maybe he’d forgotten what he’d said. Maybe this boat ride was today’s adventure. I could only hope …

With that pleasant thought resting in my mind I finally had a chance to enjoy some of the Muskoka scenery …

Alas, my canine bubble was to burst during the car ride back to Victoria Harbour.

“Hey, Moxie! You ready for another swim?”

Sigh …


This time they took me to a sandy beach. Much happier for my feet, I must say. Happily, I remembered the previous day’s swimming lesson and was less tentative than I thought I would be. I just followed daddy right into the water … and swam. 🙂

Every once in a while I would take a rest on one of the large stones gracing the lake bottom (in the shallow end, of course). Even the doggy paddle is hard work. Also, perched there I could better absorb the continuous swell of congratulations coming from my fan club. I felt very pleased with myself. …

… and then I just got tired and wanted to go home to my squeaky toy.


That evening, we stood on the shore of the lake and watched a beautiful crimson sunset float over the horizon …

And then Mother Nature surprised us by sending a special acknowledgement of my success that day.

“Hey! Look up there!” cried mommy to everyone. “There’s Moxie!” And sure enough there I was … captured in the wisp of a passing cloud. Can you see me? There’s a dove flying by my nose too. So cool …

A fitting end to my excellent swimming adventure …

Thanks for reading my shaggy dog story.

Woofs and wags,



Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012 

A Night at the Opera? … Vienna, Austria

During our trip to Vienna in September 2011, we decided to go to the Vienna State Opera (Staatsoper) to see Don Giovanni. We try to visit the grand opera houses in the European cities we visit, if not for a performance at least for a peek inside. We were in Vienna for a few days. Don Giovanni was playing. So, we decided we’d go.

For expediency sake we ordered our last-minute tickets through the very obliging hotel concierge. He assured us he’d be able to secure our coveted tickets for that evening’s performance so we left the task in his capable hands. Later that day we picked them up and, in his broken English, the young concierge expressed his hope that we would enjoy our evening at the opera.

We were thrilled. After all, who couldn’t enjoy Don Giovanni — considered one of Mozart’s greatest operas — in the composer’s old stomping grounds, Vienna?

Psyched for our impending operatic experience, we dressed in our finest travelling duds, enjoyed a tasty repast in the hotel’s five-star restaurant and walked the 10 minutes along Wiedner Hauptstrasse to the impressive Staatsoper.

Like many of the grand opera houses of Europe, the Staatsoper is a legend unto itself.

This Neo-Renaissance State Opera House opened in May 1869 with Mozart’s Don Giovanni. However, the Emperor Franz Joseph, not finding the edifice that appealing, dismissed it as akin to “a railway station.” This snub ultimately lead to one of the building’s architects, Eduard van der Null, committing suicide.

... Loggia ...

And then, during World War II, the opera house was bombed and, but for the original loggia dominating the building’s front, was virtually destroyed. It reopened in 1955, complete with all the latest in theatre technology.

Getting back to our date with Don Giovanni, we arrived early so we could take a look around and revel in the pre-performance atmosphere. The Staatsoper’s foyer and grand marble staircase complete with frescoes, mirrors, chandeliers and statues were such a feast for the eyes it was a challenge to know where to look next.

Eventually we made our way to our seats in the ground floor stalls — we didn’t skimp — and parked ourselves to people watch.

What kinds of people attended the opera in Vienna? (All kinds) How did they dress? (From diamonds to denim.) Where did they come from? (Everywhere, I imagined.) It was all part of the exciting experience of going to the opera in Vienna.

And then I realized we didn’t have a performance program. So, I headed over to a friendly young female usher, gave her the requisite Euros (10, I think — I bought two programs) and practically skipped back to our wonderful seats six rows from the stage.

I could almost feel the roar of the grease paint. I could definitely smell the crowd (they love their fragrance in Vienna). I’ve been to more than 100 opera performances in my life and anticipating the rising curtain, the set design, costumes, and director’s interpretation is part of the thrill. What kind of experience were we in for this evening?

After giving Lloyd his copy of the program I sunk back into my plush red velvet seat and began to flip through the substantial book’s shiny pages, looking for the story outline.

But I couldn’t find it.

I flipped through it back to front. Perhaps I’d missed it somehow. Still no sign of it.

And then my mind started to race. What are all these pictures of …? What’s this Balanchine and Robbins business? No, it couldn’t be. Perhaps, like the programs at home, this was showcasing other performances during the upcoming season.

I continued my search for a Don Giovanni summary in vain. I turned to Lloyd. He, too, seemed perplexed.

“Did you buy the right program?” he asked, his voice haunted with impending disappointment.

“Yes … I’m sure of it … it’s what the usher gave me.” I replied, feeling equally doomed.

We looked at our ticket stubs. And there it was, the final stab of defeat … what we’d thought was advertising for another event turned out to be the performance we were attending.

We went to the opera … and the Vienna State Ballet broke out — the premier performance of Balanchine and Robbins. We’d missed the final performance of Don Giovanni by one night. 😦

I wonder what the concierge was thinking?

Oh well, we put our disappointment in our pocket and, with an open mind, enjoyed an unexpected foray into ballet.

I guess we’ll just have to go back to Vienna for the opera some day …

I can take it.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012